"Don't be downhearted, you chaps. The law of averages works in these affairs as in everything. And anyhow, I've got a plan."
CHAPTER XI
WE SPLIT THE SCENT
Nikka's plan was simple enough.
"When I was a boy and traveled with the tribe," he said, "and we wished to cross a frontier without being bothered by the Customs officers or the Royal foresters, we divided into two parties and struck off for our destination by two different routes."
Hugh nodded.
"I see. You split the scent."
"Exactly. Our trailers are experts, as I told you chaps they would be. If you will take my advice, you will adopt Gypsy tactics against them. Confuse them, string out their pursuit—and then, perhaps, we can baffle them."
"I think you're right," answered Hugh. "What do you say, Jack?"
"Suits me," I agreed. "Nikka obviously knows more about this kind of game than we do."